Mia’s POV

“Come into my office and have lunch with me. I picked up some takeout from the French restaurant downtown, I would love to spend some time with you. I miss you, dear wife.” 

I hissed when I read this message from Drake. He must think that I’m naïve and stupid. I walked out on Drake, stepped down from his car, and took a cab to work. And guess what he did…

He let me go…

He fucking sat there and watched me leave. He did not even try to talk me out of it, he made no attempt to stop me. In fact, I believe that this is...